Author's Note: I know this is incredibly late, and you have permission to scream your eternal woe at me in reviews, but I just want to let you know that this was my very first lemon and I worked very hard on it. Not only did I write IN SCHOOL DURING MATH, but I typed it during mystudyhall, and am just now sending it off to the lovely xmoymoy to be brought before your eyes. I'm sure you can understand the horrors of trying to write something like this when you have to deal with people reading over your shoulder, stealing your notebook, or reading what you are writing out loud while you must sit and suffer, etc. But I hope I make up for that lateness in this chapter! Enjoy XD

Chapter 5

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Misaki rolled his suitcase out of the airport with an aura of doom draped across his frame. The reporters were there again, trying to get them to be affectionate or asking them what their positions on gay rights were. When did Usami get so popular? Authors weren't normally flocked by fans, that were singers or movie stars. He felt a hand rest against his shoulder as he gave a glare to a reporter.

"Misaki, the car is off to the side a little." He gave a nod toward the sleek black vehicle, trying not to make it too obvious where they were headed so that the press wouldn't run in front. The brunette ground his teeth together in frustration as he quickened his pace towards the car.

Once they were safe, Misaki let out a sigh of relief. "Finally! What's wrong with those people?" He leaned back against the leather seat, relaxing. Usami chuckled, wrapping his arms around the boy's shoulders and pecking him on the forehead.

"I love you, Misaki," he whispered. The boy felt himself blush.

"U-Uh, ano…" His stutters were silenced by Usami placing his lips over Misaki's, causing his heart to skip a beat as his breath hitched. They were… his lips were so soft. Misaki felt himself melt into the kiss as the car slowly began to roll forward, leaving the mass of paparazzi at the airport behind. Misaki felt his stomach lurch at the thought of where exactly they were going and he reluctantly pulled himself away from his lover.

"Usagi-san, I suddenly don't feel so good. Maybe it would be better to go home," he said hesitantly, not making eye contact. Usami gave him a skeptical look.

"I'm afraid not." And then he recaptured the boy's lips. Misaki tried to pull away, but felt Usami's strong hand holding his head in place. Soon enough, he stopped fighting back; he couldn't help it, he truly loved his bunny. Not that he'd ever tell him that. In fact, he himself felt rather deprived of sexual activity lately, and though he hated to admit it, he almost felt like he needed Usami as much as he knew Usami needed him. He wrapped his arms around Usami's neck, pulling him closer. Usami pulled away from him in shock. The brunette felt himself blush again, looking down.

"I..." He tried to come up with an excuse, but it was too late, Usami had him pushed down on the seat of the car, his mouth latched onto his neck, and fingers teasingly running over the hem if his shirt and toying with the waistband of his jeans. The boy, for once, had no complaints; instead, he ran his own palms over the man's back. His broad shoulders, his long neck, his gorgeous silver hair, everything was touched by Misaki's hands. Usami was obviously pleased by this, as he would lean into the touch as he kept up his own actions. Misaki moaned as he felt a tongue slowly making its way down his neck, pausing at the neck of his shirt. He gasped. A hand was touching him. He could feel it through the material of his jeans, causing him to clutch around Usami's shoulders even tighter. Usami smiled.

""I love you, Misaki."

Misaki cried out as the pressure being applied to his nether regions was increased.

"Shh, Misaki. We have a driver, and while the sound is probably muffled for him, I'm sure he would prefer not to know what we're doing. Misaki turned his head to see the tinted glass separating the front of the car from the back only to find that the driver was indeed bent over the radio, trying to turn it up. There was no way he could be any redder.

Usami's hand slowly slid the thin material of his lover's shirt up and over, messing the boy's hair. His thin frame squirmed as the cold air hit his now bare stomach. Fingers trailed lovingly up and down Misaki's abdomen, circling the darker spots of his nipples before running down to trace patterns around his belly button and the back.

Misaki moaned, trying to muffle the noise. After Usami seemed satisfied with Misaki's reactions, his hand ventured lower. The button and zipper were quick to go, and the denim was soon pulled to Misaki's knees, followed by his boxers. Usami took a hold of the brunette's erection, running his thumb over the tip.

"Nnn! Usagi-san!" Misaki's head pressed against the seat eyes squeezed shut, the vibrations of the tires against the asphalt as they drove strangely exotic.

"I love you so much, Misaki." His face blossomed into such a dark red as the man's hand began to pump.

"I-mnn…" He tried to respond, but it was too much, speaking was beyond his capabilities now. A familiar heat pooled in his lower abdomen. Misaki began to buck his hips into the palm of his lover, desperate for the pleasure that the man above him promised.

"You're about to come, aren't you?" Usami asked. Misaki made a strangled noise as he bit his lip. Usami smirked. "I can tell." Misaki was embarrassed beyond reason, hiding his face in his arms. A few more seconds, and Misaki's seed coated his lover's hand. Another smirk appeared on Usami's face as he gazed at Misaki. The brunette was beautiful, gasping heavily, laid bare in front of him. Nothing could be more endearing.

His come-covered hand travelled down to Misaki's entrance, inserting a finger. Misaki gasped again, it had been nearly a week since they'd done any lovemaking; they'd simply been too busy due to the dinner. But now it was over, and Usami could have his lover all to himself. He pushed another finger past the tight ring of muscle, scissoring them as he listened to Misaki's gasps and suppressed moans of pleasure. He watched as Misaki slowly became aroused once more. He pulled his fingers out.

Misaki felt empty. God, he needed this. He loved Usami so much, and he felt like he'd nearly forgotten what it felt like to have his lover inside him, and he whined at the loss of the fingers. He hated this, how dependent he was, how every little thing Usami did affected him in such a drastic way. But he couldn't help but enjoy it as well; it made him feel closer to the man. Like they had something deeper than what everyone saw on the outside, something better than the others had.

"Misaki." His name was breathed out of the elder's mouth. A shiver went down his spine. Usami's cold hands spread his legs apart, leaving him open and ready.

He bit his lip as he felt the familiar pain of being stretched almost to his limit as Usami entered him slowly. Tears gathered at the corner of his eyes and he clutched to the back of Usami's shirt that had somehow survived the tearing through of clothes to get to each other's skin. Skin. Skin wasn't enough, skin was a barrier keeping them apart, skin was an obstacle, skin was something they'd overcome a long time ago, they wanted to reach each other's very heart and soul. Usami began to move, slowly at first but eventually picking up speed. Misaki felt his eyes roll back in his head at the sheer pleasure of the moment.

"Nnn, Misaki." Misaki lifted his head, lips searching. They connected, mouths pressed against each other, they melded together until one couldn't tell which was his own. As Misaki and Usami came, they couldn't help but think this was how things were supposed to be. They were one. Neither could survive without the other, and no one, no one, could pull them apart.

~FF~

Misaki had pulled his clothes back on, as had Usami. They were lounging in the backseat of the car, the mess having been wiped up with one of Misaki's socks, which now lay at the bottom of the car, underneath the seat. He could feel his butterflies returning. They were on their way to none other than Takahiro's house. Misaki wanted to make amends with his brother, but he couldn't help but let his imagination run wild when he thought of the consequences. He could insist that Usami was a bad influence and take him away; he could disown him for being the way he was. Hell, he could go insane and try to kill Usami for doing the things he did to him. He looked over at Usami, admiring the silver hair that just barely touched the man's eyelashes, draping across his forehead. He wouldn't be able to stand it if they were to be separated.

The car pulled to a stop and Usami stepped out, holding the door open for Misaki. He slowly pulled himself out. There it was, a quiet house with a beautiful flower garden out front, a stone pathway leading from the driveway up to the front door, a large cherry blossom tree bloomed in the front yard, with a tire swing tied to a strong branch with rugged rope.

He felt Usami come up behind him, a large hand was placed over his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He took a deep breath before taking the first step of what seemed, to him, to be the longest walk of his life. His inner thoughts battled each other the whole way. This was a bad idea, he never should have done this, never should have come. If something bad were to happen it would be all his fault. He couldn't live without Usami, but he couldn't live without Takahiro either. He almost turned tail and ran, but he could feel Usami's hand travel from his shoulder down his arm until it reached his own sweaty palm, where they intertwined fingers. Misaki almost felt like crying. He knew no matter what happened, Usami would be there for him. He could trust him. He reached forward and rang the doorbell, and waited. He didn't slide his hand out of Usami's, and he didn't try to hide the fact that their fingers were interlocked either as the door opened. He was ready to face his brother not as one person. Not as me, or him, or him and I, but as we.